This is something that I have had trouble understanding and still haven’t completely come to terms with. It happened over the course of a couple nights a few weeks ago.
I was in my bed and sleeping, as anyone would do at night. I’m not sure how many hours passed, but I did get sleep. As soon as I woke up I found something unusual in my room. Starting from the ceiling and working its way down was a sort of fog that moved in a spiraled direction. I immediately felt my chest sink as this thing only moved closer in my direction. For some reason I actually felt an urge to get up and try to grab it. As I reached out the fog strangely moved back as if it had a mind of its own. I continued to wave my hands and watched as the fog suddenly broke apart before disappearing altogether. For a moment I just stared at where it had formed and tried to understand what had made the fog appear. Nothing really came to mind as I fell right back to sleep.
The next day I tried to find out anything I could about this sort of thing. People told me that it was nothing more than the result of me having had little sleep and hallucinating as a result. It sounded like a pretty reasonable explanation to me. After all, I had been staying up rather late for the past couple days. This explanation gave me a sense of closure and I was able to sleep again peacefully.
A couple nights later I awakened to find that the fog had made a return once again in my room. Instead of spiraling down the way it had before, the fog now had a more roundish appearance and was closer to the ceiling. I wasn’t able to reach it the way I had before and instead watched with a level of awe at this fascinating phenomenon. The mist wasn’t leaving, nor was it moving anywhere. At once I stretched out my arm to search for my phone with hopes of catching a picture. My hand had difficulty navigating itself through my clustered bedside table and ended up knocking over some books I had stacked on the desk. Quickly, I turned my head to keep the books from crashing. This was apparently enough time for the fog to disappear, because as soon as I looked back it had vanished once more. I could feel the disappointment in myself as I frowned at the now fogless ceiling.
The fog hasn’t made an appearance since those nights, but that doesn’t stop me from checking every once in a while. Moments like this are what keep my fascination with the world alive and active.
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